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Mitch Albom, fully Mitchell David &quot;Mitch&quot; Albom

American Author, Journalist, Screenwriter, Dramatist, Radio and Television Broadcaster and Musician

Author Quotes

You're not a wave, you're a part of the ocean.

Things change when you're not in danger anymore.

To my Charley on his wedding day ? ?Here is what you are going to find out about marriage: you have to work at it together. And you have to love three things. You have to love: Each other. Your children (When you have some! Hint! Hint!). Your marriage. What I mean by the last one is, there may be times that you fight, and sometimes you and Catherine won?t even like each other. But those are the times you have to love your marriage. It?s like a third party. Look at your wedding photos. Look at any memories you?ve made. And if you believe in those memories, they will pull you back together. I?m very proud of you today, Charley. I am putting this in your tuxedo pocket because I know how you lose things. I love you every day! Mom

We need to forgive ourselves. For all the things we didn't do. All the things we should have done. You can't get stuck on the regrets of what should have happened.

What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?

When lightning strikes after you are gone, or an airplane in the state you could have crashes. When your partner sick and you do not work. We believe that these things are random, but there is a balance in everything. One withers, another grows. Birth and death are part of a whole.

With endless time, nothing is special. With no loss or sacrifice, we can?t appreciate what we have.

You can't substitute material things for love or for gentleness or for tenderness or for a sense of comradeship

You must understand why you felt what you did, and why you no longer need to feel it.

You've lived through a lot of wars, I said. Yes. Do they ever make more sense? No.

There is a big confusion in this country over what we want verses what we need... you need food. You want a chocolate sundae.

Things grow quickly are often more easily destroyed than those which take a long time.

To these people, unhappiness was a condition, an intolerable state of affairs. If pills could help, pills were taken. But pills were not going to change the fundamental problem in the construction. Wanting what you can?t have. Looking for self-worth in the mirror. Layering work on top of work and still wondering why you weren?t satisfied - before working some more.

We really don't experience the world fully, because we're half-asleep, doing things we automatically think we have to do. And facing death changes that? Oh, yes. You strip away all that stuff and you focus on the essentials.

What is it about silence that makes people uneasy?

When she says, 'How can you ask if I love you? Look at all I've done with you. What else would you call it?' That kind of love-the kind you realize you already have by the life you've created together-that's the kind that lasts.

With his power over time, Dor could have taken anything he desired from this new world. But a man who can take anything will find most things unsatisfying.

You count the hours you could have spent with your mother. It's a lifetime in itself.

You need someone to probe you in that direction. It won't just happen automatically. I knew what he was saying. We all need teachers in our lives.

There is a reason God limits our days. Why? To make each one precious.

Things that happen before you are born still affect you,' she said. 'And people who come before your time affect you as well. We move through places every day that would never have been if not for those who came before us. Our workplaces, where we spend so much time- we often think they began with our arrival. That's not true.' She tapped her fingertips together. 'If not for Emile, I would have no husband. IF not for our marriage, there would be no pier. If there'd been no pier, you would not have ended up working there.

Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can?t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.

We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.

What is it? A prayer. For a child? She nodded. For me? Another nod. On a tree? Trees spend all day looking up at God.